Doc Doctor
Member
(The Document Doctor)
STATUS: Moved to Discord. Visit my YouTube channel (ArtyPickles PvP) at m.youtube.com/channel/UCVer… 5 yrs ago
-
Last Seen:
0-24 hrs ago
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 2229 (0.57 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Doc Doctor 11 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
The Orange Gato,
SkyeOfStars,
Divorarel,
N3v3rM0r3,
Bork,
LeeRoy
Status
Recent Statuses
5 yrs ago
Current
Moved to Discord. Visit my YouTube channel (ArtyPickles PvP) at m.youtube.com/channel/UCVer…
Bio
Call me Doc. I prefer RM, UM, or LP fights, with human or peak human hand-to-hand or swords & sandals being my speciality.
Challenge me to a match any old time!
Arena Characters: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87852-docs-characters-no-posting/ooc#post-3105991
Challenge me to a match any old time!
Arena Characters: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87852-docs-characters-no-posting/ooc#post-3105991
Most Recent Posts
@ImportantNobody
As Umbard passed the hole, he'd be liable to notice something. The icy current, for the briefest of moments, had been interrupted.
As if something large had moved down there, briefly blocking the wind.
If Umbard realised the danger and turned, he'd be just in time to see a whip-like blur, scything for his knees. If it slapped into him, he'd likely be molly whopped right off his feet from the force. Were this the case, then in a second the appendage would wrench back with appalling strength, seeking to drag him into the crevasse as quickly as a moray eel snags a fish. It could very well occur so quickly that unless Ombard shouted, Evvie might not even notice he had vanished.
As Umbard passed the hole, he'd be liable to notice something. The icy current, for the briefest of moments, had been interrupted.
As if something large had moved down there, briefly blocking the wind.
If Umbard realised the danger and turned, he'd be just in time to see a whip-like blur, scything for his knees. If it slapped into him, he'd likely be molly whopped right off his feet from the force. Were this the case, then in a second the appendage would wrench back with appalling strength, seeking to drag him into the crevasse as quickly as a moray eel snags a fish. It could very well occur so quickly that unless Ombard shouted, Evvie might not even notice he had vanished.
@Terminal@WiseDragonGirl@Cruallassar@Holmishire
After several moments of silent contemplation, Donny seemed to come to a conclusion. He wafted over to the left of that weird ass woman without hesitating, all the while leveling a sardonic gaze back at the others. At some point he had lit up another cigarette, but it had been done smoothly enough to avoid detection from anybody not paying full attention to the hitman.
"Naw. Yah'll lookin' at it wrawng. Fawckin' Mr. Platter came a lot closah tah killin' me than this female evah did, and naow that he's dead, I ain' gonna be gettin' the second half of mah pay. As of naow, Ah'm unemploy'd. Hencefawth, Ah'm no lawnguh obliged tah keep to mah previous ordahs. Ah'm a professional, aftah awll. What does Ol' Donneh want, then? To get back to Las Vegas free of chawrge, preferably with one of them fancy new guns in tow. Oh, an' you, missus, will fulfill Platter's end of the bargain.
Donny's body turned towards the entity, he looked into her face, into her eyes.
"Iddn't that right?"
A flash, a splitting boom, tatters of Donny's coat spinning in the void. The entire time the group had believed Donny to be on their side, but the only side Donny had ever been on was his own. He was no longer under contract, and so just like that, there was one less party member and one more dangerous foe. He'd have fired across his belly and through the side of his overcoat, drawing his revolver from its leg holster while his flank was hidden to the others. Ariett had been the one Donny considered the most threatening, so he aimed to shoot her down first with a .454 to the heart.
After several moments of silent contemplation, Donny seemed to come to a conclusion. He wafted over to the left of that weird ass woman without hesitating, all the while leveling a sardonic gaze back at the others. At some point he had lit up another cigarette, but it had been done smoothly enough to avoid detection from anybody not paying full attention to the hitman.
"Naw. Yah'll lookin' at it wrawng. Fawckin' Mr. Platter came a lot closah tah killin' me than this female evah did, and naow that he's dead, I ain' gonna be gettin' the second half of mah pay. As of naow, Ah'm unemploy'd. Hencefawth, Ah'm no lawnguh obliged tah keep to mah previous ordahs. Ah'm a professional, aftah awll. What does Ol' Donneh want, then? To get back to Las Vegas free of chawrge, preferably with one of them fancy new guns in tow. Oh, an' you, missus, will fulfill Platter's end of the bargain.
Donny's body turned towards the entity, he looked into her face, into her eyes.
"Iddn't that right?"
A flash, a splitting boom, tatters of Donny's coat spinning in the void. The entire time the group had believed Donny to be on their side, but the only side Donny had ever been on was his own. He was no longer under contract, and so just like that, there was one less party member and one more dangerous foe. He'd have fired across his belly and through the side of his overcoat, drawing his revolver from its leg holster while his flank was hidden to the others. Ariett had been the one Donny considered the most threatening, so he aimed to shoot her down first with a .454 to the heart.
@Terminal
Donny waited to see if Fortune would resolve an important issue. In all honesty, Donny had been about to do the same thing.
Donny waited to see if Fortune would resolve an important issue. In all honesty, Donny had been about to do the same thing.
@Terminal@Holmishire
Groaning with exasperation, Donny walked ovet to Arriet and held out his hand. In it was an incendiary grenade.
"Yah nevah know when yah maght needah set somethin' on fiyah. Go awn, take it."
After interacting with Ariett, Donny glanced over his shoulder to count how many folks were watching the trio.
Groaning with exasperation, Donny walked ovet to Arriet and held out his hand. In it was an incendiary grenade.
"Yah nevah know when yah maght needah set somethin' on fiyah. Go awn, take it."
After interacting with Ariett, Donny glanced over his shoulder to count how many folks were watching the trio.
@WiseDragonGirl
Hey, Terminal is the one who opened up the possibility. I simply utilized said possibility in the way most amusing to myself.
I picked Simon because he'd have hated this scenario too. I can totally picture you as him!
Hey, Terminal is the one who opened up the possibility. I simply utilized said possibility in the way most amusing to myself.
I picked Simon because he'd have hated this scenario too. I can totally picture you as him!
@ImportantNobody
Suliss raised his left forearm in a futile attempt to ward off Evvie's blow, only to feel the bone break in two. He was driven to his knees, yowling like a pissed off alley cat. A peak human could surely offer double the charge of a normal one. He had the capacity to initiate the spell, but...
An inky fluttering of doubt. Suliss felt a sodden weight in his chest, a sharp twinge of anxiety. Too late. He thrust his right fist into the ground, grinding dead leaves into the soil. The spell was released, the meaty tendrils multiplying to encompass what blood of Evvie's had fallen.
*CRACK*
Between Suliss and Ombard, a crevasse six feet long and four feet wide split the earth. Suliss reeled onto his back, legs kicking and feet shoving in a desperate bid to get as much distance between him and the hole as possible. He had nearly fallen in. A plume of dust exhaled from the crevasse, as if from a chest in an attic left shut for decades. Great flocks of birds scattered into silence, until there was nothing to hear but the tepid shifting of tree leaves in the breeze.
In close proximity to the crevasse, Ombard might feel a steady, ice cold wind churning out of the black, the subterranean current creating a faint Coke bottle whistle as it gently tousled his hair. The tangy odor of mildew mingled with the oozing sweetness of a putrifying wound. Echoes so distant and dim that they could have been mistaken for tricks of the imagination trickled through the damp nether. They could have been cries, they could have been laughter, they could have been human. Out in the sticks, boys explore. It's what they do. They adventure, following wherever a fancy may lead. Out into vacant lots, under railways and through the boonies. Sometimes boys find small caves and cracks large enough to crawl through. They are hidey holes, but few boys hide in them. Always, the reason is because the possibility exists that the hidey hole is occupied. Cougars? Snakes? Yes, very often that's the case.
Sometimes, though, just sometimes...
There might be a hidey hole that wasn't there before, or isn't there anymore. One that travels. An opening to another place, a lonely place. It has an allure to it, an obvious one. An unsettling mystery that begs to be solved. One strong enough to provoke a response from even the most tame of children. Ombard in his simplicity might feel it tugging at his heart, a morbid curiosity calling him by name. It was still close to evening, the sun not yet risen over the treeline. If one had exceptional eyes, though, that might not stop them from vaguely deciphering a view into the crevasse.
Brown and yellow mounds of what appeared to be glistening sticks and rocks, well over a hundred feet below.
Suliss raised his left forearm in a futile attempt to ward off Evvie's blow, only to feel the bone break in two. He was driven to his knees, yowling like a pissed off alley cat. A peak human could surely offer double the charge of a normal one. He had the capacity to initiate the spell, but...
An inky fluttering of doubt. Suliss felt a sodden weight in his chest, a sharp twinge of anxiety. Too late. He thrust his right fist into the ground, grinding dead leaves into the soil. The spell was released, the meaty tendrils multiplying to encompass what blood of Evvie's had fallen.
*CRACK*
Between Suliss and Ombard, a crevasse six feet long and four feet wide split the earth. Suliss reeled onto his back, legs kicking and feet shoving in a desperate bid to get as much distance between him and the hole as possible. He had nearly fallen in. A plume of dust exhaled from the crevasse, as if from a chest in an attic left shut for decades. Great flocks of birds scattered into silence, until there was nothing to hear but the tepid shifting of tree leaves in the breeze.
In close proximity to the crevasse, Ombard might feel a steady, ice cold wind churning out of the black, the subterranean current creating a faint Coke bottle whistle as it gently tousled his hair. The tangy odor of mildew mingled with the oozing sweetness of a putrifying wound. Echoes so distant and dim that they could have been mistaken for tricks of the imagination trickled through the damp nether. They could have been cries, they could have been laughter, they could have been human. Out in the sticks, boys explore. It's what they do. They adventure, following wherever a fancy may lead. Out into vacant lots, under railways and through the boonies. Sometimes boys find small caves and cracks large enough to crawl through. They are hidey holes, but few boys hide in them. Always, the reason is because the possibility exists that the hidey hole is occupied. Cougars? Snakes? Yes, very often that's the case.
Sometimes, though, just sometimes...
There might be a hidey hole that wasn't there before, or isn't there anymore. One that travels. An opening to another place, a lonely place. It has an allure to it, an obvious one. An unsettling mystery that begs to be solved. One strong enough to provoke a response from even the most tame of children. Ombard in his simplicity might feel it tugging at his heart, a morbid curiosity calling him by name. It was still close to evening, the sun not yet risen over the treeline. If one had exceptional eyes, though, that might not stop them from vaguely deciphering a view into the crevasse.
Brown and yellow mounds of what appeared to be glistening sticks and rocks, well over a hundred feet below.
@Terminal@WiseDragonGirl
Donny scowled in obvious bafflement, twisting to give Andy a questioning look. He was lost at this point, and on the verge of losing the last shit he gave about the mission.
Donny blinked. His perception of Andy had indeed taken to reality. A year previous Donny had given anime a try. Who exactly did he picture every time he saw Andy?
Why, sad Simon from TTGL.
Donny scowled in obvious bafflement, twisting to give Andy a questioning look. He was lost at this point, and on the verge of losing the last shit he gave about the mission.
Donny blinked. His perception of Andy had indeed taken to reality. A year previous Donny had given anime a try. Who exactly did he picture every time he saw Andy?
Why, sad Simon from TTGL.
© 2007-2026